...people say all sorts of dumb things about time-time is money, time heals all wounds (if anyone who loves me ever hears me say that phrase, it'll mean I'm way far gone into dementia land and the kindest thing you'll be able to do for me is duct tape my mouth shut-seriously), "if you could just give me a minute of your time..." get in line, bozo...we both know you wants lots more than a minute...in fact, if you think about it, if we didn't do anything about it, other people, even people we love, would take all the time they could from us and never think twice. Amanda and I have this sort of voo doo clicking sixth sense thing going on right now, so she won't be surprised to hear that Sincerely Yours was thinking about time today, and how much she'd given away from a place of lack and exhaustion. She has resolved to carve out some of her time, from the spots in between the time her kids need her and her family needs her and her sink full of dishes needs her, and do the things she KNOWS will help her slow down because right now, she's in a mode where all time is to her is what you see out your car window going so, so fast that it's nothing but a blur...
Now for you bad boys, the triple threat. I'm so sick and tired of all three of you. The only thing worse than feeling you three stepping all over me and scaring me and making me believe you're real is watching you beat up on someone I love. You all end at one destination-fear. Has anyone told you lately that fear isn't true and things that aren't true aren't real at all. Still, our egos think you up and we buy into all of you hook, line and sinker.
If you dare try to pawn this off on anger, I'll chase you all down and spank you, then wash your mouths' out with soap just for good measure. Anger is real. My gramma is truly, truly a good person. There aren't many questions that mean something that she can't give a thoughtful answer to. To meet her, you'd think she never gets angry, but you would be so far off base you'd get picked off in a minute (seriously-those guys are getting paid millions of dollars EACH to play a game for other people to watch and it all starts out with "Little League." Priorities, people. We need to think about them hard and long. You're going to fund the multi-million dollar salaries of men who attempt to steal a base when anyone can see they're going to get caught?). What my gramma says is that anger is not in any way wrong or bad. In fact, feeling righteous anger is one of the most positive emotions we have; nothing like a little steam to push you to action. When you use anger as an excuse for your bad actions, you're not talking about anger at all-you're simply back to talking about fear...so you get it, you bums. Anger doesn't want to be painted with the same brush as the likes of you. I might write her some other time. Not today.
In one of my favorite places, Saturn Booksellers, there is a great spinning rack of bumper stickers. They're inspiring or funny or political-whatever-you wouldn't like them Sick Triplets...you can't take a joke and you can't tell one, you're incapable of being inspired...I don't know what to tell you. That rack of bumper stickers is one of the enormous number of things not one of you will ever be able to enjoy because you don't laugh and you are never, ever thoughtful. I can and do enjoy them, though. I myself have one I purchased off that rack stuck right on my back window. It says "I have no idea where I'm going." I got it just to crack my da up. Until he got me my Tom Tom, I was constantly calling him from the road asking for directions, having gotten so lost it seemed like I was trying. In any event, one of those other bumper stickers on the rack says "To hold resentment against another is like swallowing poison and waiting for the other person to die." Wow. You three are pathetic.
The worst thing about each one of you, by far, is your unadulterated cruelty. Certainly, no one likes any one of the three of you leveled at her, but that's not the tragedy. The tragedy is what you do to anyone who wraps themselves in any one or all of you. You do seem to like to travel in a pack. Too scared to be on your own, I'm sure. You take away a person's sense of humor, ability to feel wonder (looking at a newborn baby, say, or the Milky Way), sense of belonging, hope...you are the path to despair and loneliness. You're a bully.
I'm watching you prey on someone I love very much right now. I'm fighting the good fight and infusing light and joy into his life whenever and wherever I can. I tell him every day I still believe in him. Still, it's not all better. He looks around and all he sees are people who enjoy hurting others...making them feel "less than." When I try to tell him that he's forgetting everyone who radiates love and acceptance-and there are so many more of us than the three of you think-he scowls. Seriously. I can see all three of you in his eyes. He thinks he looks righteously angry, but he looks like a deer in the headlights.
I, on the other hand, am righteously angry and I'm angry at the three of you. We all know the best thing to do with bullies is stand up to them because to be a bully is to be a coward-see...there's that fear thing that you're all about...AGAIN! You are cowards and I'm not going to let you steal anymore lunches from the skinny kid with the big feet. Every time I see any one of you, I'm going to stand up tall, look you in the eye and then haul off and give you a big, fat, bloody lip. If you don't fall down, I'll have to think of my next move. I've never punched anyone before so I'm having a bit of trouble with chain of events...BUT I'LL GET IT! I'm small but scrappy.
Bottom line here? It's time for you to leave my best friend in the whole world alone, you big scaredy cats. Am I threatening you? Absolutely. Don't doubt it for a second. In fact, bank on it. Set your watch by it. I'd never give up on someone I love and since all three of you aren't even true, he'll see through you eventually and I'll laugh in your faces and lead him away to some place way better than your digs. Way better.
Now beat it.
Someone like you can drive those demons away..Love ya
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